A New Bike

Finally
I’ve got a new bike.
I forked over all
my savings, and Dad added the rest.
It’s purple
to match
the purpy flopple.
Twink is monkey-faced.
“I was saving to buy you
a bike,” she grumps.
“Now you went and got one!
And it’s not even your birthday!
You cheated!”
Twink is crying.
I feel rotten.
I think....
“Twink,” I say.
“You can buy me something—
a basket for my bike.
So I can carry my Scrabble
game to Sam’s
and my poetry notebook
everywhere! ”
Twink cheers, “Yes!”
and runs to get
her frog bank.